A Heap of Logs

They piled a heap of logs fire they light and run away cats and dogs come from sky the work well done collapses Things done in haste out of hate make plotters foolish gamblers when the world laughs and giggles cleaning powder they spray The logs fate piles on gamblers the burning oil it adds in dark the cries of the innocent offended ignite revenge flames that burn souls When these things happen, no cry get your guitar and play nice melodies